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LAST BATCH. Info about the next round to be put up shortly. o/
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Character: Yamanobe Tomo
Series: Seikon no Qwaser
Age: 15-16
Canon: Seikon no Qwaser is the tale of two warring factions of Qwasers--alchemists who wield power over the chemical elements--and two Japanese schoolgirls who get caught up in that battle. The Qwasers are fighting over a legendary Russian Orthodox icon, a sacred treasure of the Church which the eeeevil heretical Qwaser sect also believes contains the secrets of all of Jesus' miracles, including the resurrection of the dead.
Yamanobe Tomo is one of the aforementioned schoolgirls, and the daughter of the missing former headmaster of the Orthodox school in which the story is set. Her father's disappearance has made her a huge target for bullies, especially the daughter of the new headmaster. Appropriately enough for a series with heavy religious themes, though, she's a total Jesus--a gentle, forgiving girl who turns the other cheek to her tormentors, taking their abuse with a smile and urging her best friend and valiant protector Mafuyu not to respond to it with violence. She's also got a bit of a goofy, almost childlike side--clumsy, unable to drag her sleepy ass out of bed most days, and just generally derpy, for lack of a better word.
Sample Post:
Waaah, I'm getting up, Mafuyu-chan, I'm getting--ah...you're not Mafuyu-chan...and your face is falling off...I must still be dreaming. Good night, Mr. Indiana Jones Nazizzzzzz...a-ah! Mafuyu, you don't have to shake me that hard--oh. It's Mr. Indiana Jones Nazi again, huh...this is a really persistent dream! But didn't that scene happen in a base? Not in a swamp, like this. Well, I guess anything can happen in a dream, right? So what's wrong, Mr. Indiana Jones Nazi? Oh, you want me to come with you? I'm still kinda drowsy, but okay. I love sleeping in dreams, though. It's like double sleep!
Oh wow, so you're not the only Indiana Jones Nazi here! Aah, that's good, I'm glad you have friends...it seems like it'd be kinda lonely being the only one. And you're saying I should hang out with you guys? Wow, thanks so much! You guys must've seen the error of your ways after that movie, I'm happy for you all. So what should we do together? Eat? What would you like to--um. Brains...? D-Do those taste good, I'm not sure you can really...um...why are you all looking at me funny? And how can I tell you're looking at me funny when you don't really have faces? O-Oh, you thought I was a--this is all a big misunderstanding! I'm not a zombie. I mean, sometimes Mafuyu-chan calls me one when I fall asleep in the middle of walking to school in the mornings, but just as a joke! ...Y-Yes, I'm sure! And what do you mean, "you could've sworn my skull was empty too?" That's, um, that could be taken as a little rude by some people, you know.
Aw...please don't look so sad! I'm not angry, really. Besides, um, I wouldn't want you all to literally cry your eyes out. You all just wanted a new friend, right? There's nothing wrong with that! I'd still love to spend some time with you all. Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself! My name's Yamanobe Tomo, it's nice to meet you! I'm, uh, sorry I'm not really up for brain-eating and all, but I'm sure there's something we can do together. --Oooh, there's a lake here? That sounds fun! And your friend Marcy lives there? I'm "the kind she likes?" Even better! I can't wait to meet her, too, she sounds really friendly. Let's go! ♥
Poll Vote!
Character: Tatsumi Oga
Series: Beelzebub
Character Age: 16
Canon: It's high time humanity met its ultimate end; so says the devil. That's right, we're talking end of days, apocalypse, do not pass go/do not collect $200 stuff here. Only problem is, the devil's a bit busy nowadays, so he sends his infant son, Beelzebub, to be raised by a human and do the job instead! "Pure evil and cruel, arrogant, thinking nothing of fellow man, that kind of shitty bastard is the best". Who better to destroy humanity than man himself, right? With the help of the demon woman, Hilda, they'll raise a fine terrifying son of the devil, and the world's days are numbered...
Enter our protagonist, Oga: the strongest juvenile delinquent, a.k.a. child-carrying Oga, a.k.a. "that kind of shitty bastard". That's right, the "hero" of our story is none other than the human chosen as the devil-son's parent! And Oga definitely fits the bill. He's crass, rude, and violent. He loves a good fight and takes great pleasure in making others kneel and beg for mercy before him. He'll toss a man out a window to his (possible) death and not even blink. He's arrogant, lacking social skills, and will almost always put himself before anyone else. Lucky for him, he can also handle many strange, dangerous situations without even a change in expression.
But, it's not all bad. Oga himself doesn't want humanity to end, and desperately wants someone else to be the 'chosen parent'. He's surprisingly loyal to Hilda and his friend (singular) and will fight to protect them. He follows his own moral code, though it might be a bit twisted, and actually makes a pretty decent parent for "Baby Be'el" when he's not punting the little demon across the room. He protects him, looks after him, and occasionally imparts life lessons on 'being a man' to him. Of course, you shouldn't get your hopes up. We're talking about a guy whose genius plan to prevent the end of the world involves staying at home for a week playing Dragon Quest. The world is totally, completely, 100% doomed.
Note: Baby Beelzebub/Be'el is always, always with Oga. When the baby cries, everything in the area is zapped with intense demon energy.
Sample:
Long, long ago, in a slightly water-damaged but otherwise respectable house, there was a kind, studious, popular, amazingly cool guy that just so happened to have a "foreign wife" and a baby. One day, that incredible guy brought home... a failing math grade.
"This grade is terrible," said his parents. "We're sending you to Camp for Fun, you Divide!"
"That sounds wonderful," said the sweet young man, "But I wouldn't want to take the spot away from other students who need the help more."
But they didn't listen, and sent that poor young man to summer camp anyway. There ends disc one.
So listen up, Baby Be'el. There comes a time in every man's life when he's gotta face down an unpleasant situation. For some, it'll be getting his girlfriend knocked up. Other guys'll lose hours of game save data just when they finally reached level 99. For us... for us... it'll be getting sent to summer camp.
That's where disc two starts, Baby Be'el. Disc two starts with the unpleasant camp scenerio. Rule number one: no crying, you hear? First to cry gets to be dunked in the toilet, first to win a fight gets to be the toilet-dunker. To be a real man, you have to be able to handle and adapt to shitty places. Even if the rest of these campers are complete dickheads, you gotta tolerate 'em and not start senseless fights. Even if the lake's a radioactive crap bowl that's probably giving the girls here some tit-rotting disease, you gotta make do. And even if the food's probably just whatever roadkill they scraped offa the highways around here, you gotta... eehh, wait. Hang on. Not you.Shit, there's no more milk, soon the crying'll start... I'll seriously die...
Oi! You! Take me to whoever's in charge of supplies. We don't deal with small fry. I got a 'special needs' case here, you gotta-- "braaaaaiiins"? Well, I am pretty clever, it's not a surprise you'd notice, to--oi. Oi. What the hell are you doin', huh?
...Hey, Baby Be'el. You remember, right? Just now, I said, 'you gotta figure out how to get along with others', or something like that. Real men never go back on their word. They make a promise and stick to it. But real men also don't just sit with their thumbs up their asses while some back alley piece of shit tries to chew on their arm. In that case, there's no choice but to pick the 'fight' option. Words are wasted on trash like this.
Kekekeke! You hear that, asshole?! Think you can just do this weird perverted crap to any guy who comes along? Your ass is toast! I'm gonna take you apart, piece by piece! Don't gimme that "Don't trouble yourself, I can do it myself" crap! Think you can get outta this like that? You... you... you. What the fuck, you really can do it yourself.
Huh.
Poll Vote!
Name: Republic of Estonia
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Age: Hundreds of years old... but looks 17
Canon:
Hetalia is a comic about the world, its history, and culture. It depicts everything from the important events that shape our world to the silly side notes that many of us might never learn otherwise. But most of all, it's a comic about people. People who just happen to be anthropomorphic representations of countries from around the world. Each character reflects their country in both looks and personality quirks, making their reactions to real historical events all the more interesting. The countries of Hetalia also have relationships based on actual international relations. Take the Baltic states for example: Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia are closely related through their history and cultures, and so in Hetalia they are brothers.
As the middle brother of the three, Estonia doesn't stand out as well as older and younger brothers. He's more the shy, bookish sort. You might even go so far as to call him a nerd. But just because he's quiet doesn't mean he's boring. He is more than willing to stand up for himself as an independent and financially stable post-Soviet Union state. Some of that is due to the fact that Estonia is good with computers. Good enough, in fact, that he has his own e-military in order to protect his e-ssets. Estonia may seem out of the way geographically, but people from all over Europe travel there for the beaches, booze and taste of the old world.
Note: Carmen Kass is a supermodel born and raised in Estonia.
Sample Post:
It was really nice of you to give me a tour of this place. I would have figured it out eventually, but this is a real time saver. It's especially nice to know about the lake monster before hand. And again I'm really sorry about what happened before, I was just curious about what sort of monster she was. I hope your friend's fur grows back quickly. But really, you don't have to put yourself to any more trouble. I'm sure a nice gorilla like you has more than enough to do without having to look out for me. If you don't mind, I might just find a quiet spot to sit and check my e-mail.
Oh! Thank you for the offer, but I brought my own laptop with me. I hardly go anywhere without it these days. It should work here too; most places don't have firewalls so large my troops can't scale them. Ahaha... ha. Sorry about that. I guess that joke was a 404, you know? Okay, so I may not be the guy who writes Dinosaur Comics, but you could at least smile. Oh hey, look, connected already! All it takes is a little know how, and the right programs. I can show you how to get all this good stuff on your computer too, if you want... And maybe clean it. I really hope that sticky stuff all over the keyboard is banana.
Here, until I get all this sorted out why don't you use my laptop? Just don't go messing around with my settings, right now I have everything the way I want it. There, a brand new browser page all for you. Just type in wherever you want to go.
... I guess I should have been more specific. Type in the URL for where you want to go. Although, I am impressed with how many results come up when you search for "your mom's house". And a little disturbed with how many you get searching for "hot ape on ape action". I t-think I should take over again. If you really need to check you e-mail, you can do it after I'm done checking mine.
Hmm. That's odd. This is way more than I usually get. And all of them are comments about a picture of me on Facebook. I didn't think I put any pictures up recently, what could they possibly be commenting on? ... Oh no. A picture of me with Carmen Kass from the Ollesummer Beer Festival? Who could have taken it? I-I don't even remember doing that! ... F-four hundred and thirteen comments!? This is going to take drastic measures. I may have to deploy all of my best troops.
To the internet!
Poll Vote!
Character: Shibuya Kazuya (aka Naru).
Series: Ghost Hunt.
Character's Age: 17.
Canon: The relationship between the world of the living and the world of the dead is a fickle one. This is what Taniyama Mai discovers when a dark, mysterious, and horribly narcissistic psychic researcher Shibuya Kazuya crosses her path. After meeting this apparent jerk, Mai witnesses and often plays a leading role in finding the key links in each mystery that is presented to the Shibuya Psychic Research personnel.
Kazuya, however, has more on his plate than the adventures that he and the rest of the group go on, using his role as president of his company to try to locate the body of his dead brother. Another interesting aspect of his life is the nickname given to him by Mai, which is "Naru" short for "Narcissus". He is called this because of his blunt and direct attitude when criticizing his workers (most often, it's Mai) and his almost vain responses when someone compliments him. Even so, there are moments when Naru shows a softer, albeit also stubborn and possibly self-sacrificing, side. The fact still remains that Naru can be down right scary if in a bad mood.
Sample Post:
You did not have to put together this kind of reception, Ms. Sayre. From how I understand it, you want my advice and opinion on the matter of this camp you are running, as well as on the situation with your fiancé. As an expert, I can tell you a few things, starting with the lack of evidence you have at hand.
You've obviously had your own hand in supernatural and paranormal practices involving the nature of the dead, considering the amount of animated corpses about. And yet, you refuse to even tell me of the circumstances behind this place. I am not a psychic, but I am able to tell when someone is deliberately keeping me from continuing my work. Really, the gorilla "escorts" were only the final hint that drove that point home. You do not want me to actually continue my research, nor do you want me to leave. If that's the case, then I can tell you this much of the research already conducted:
I doubt you are the mastermind behind the whole system here at Camp Fuck You Die. Why, you ask? It's simple, really. You only need to run a quick search of the different comments and actions taken by your campers, counselors, and wildlife. Memes, Ms. Sayre. They can be a very leading clues. You don't really seem the type to be involved with the popular culture of the day. In fact, I'd even say you're old fashioned. Then again, I suppose you should have some credit given to you. You at least have some knowledge of the horror genre classics. A lot of what this place has to offer wasn't created by anyone who could keep up with the modern times, but you can't really help your age.
I see. If I must explain it in more detail as if Mai were here: I am not intimidated by either you or this place. The zombies could simply be an element of taoism which makes use of corpses in a similar fashion. If that's so, it's only a matter of time before I uncover the way you manipulate them. As for the other wildlife, while I'm not a monster hunter, a person only really needs to learn how to adapt and persevere. I assure you, Ms. Sayre, I don't intend to be here much longer than necessary. I have other clients and other business to attend to. You, of course, wouldn't understand the burden of a business like mine. You only have to watch while others do the work for you, researching your camp and the mystery of your fiancé's death. In some ways, I can envy the competence of the people you've ensnared in this prison. They at least have some sense, even if you don't exhibit much yourself--
Not even going to make an excuse for your departure? And your gorillas will continue escorting me until I find a place to stay, is that right? Not to worry, Ms. Sayre. I also know the trouble psychic researchers can be when they've dabbled too much. I'll be sure send you the bill after my time here. I'm paid by the hour.
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. And closed!
Character: Yamanobe Tomo
Series: Seikon no Qwaser
Age: 15-16
Canon: Seikon no Qwaser is the tale of two warring factions of Qwasers--alchemists who wield power over the chemical elements--and two Japanese schoolgirls who get caught up in that battle. The Qwasers are fighting over a legendary Russian Orthodox icon, a sacred treasure of the Church which the eeeevil heretical Qwaser sect also believes contains the secrets of all of Jesus' miracles, including the resurrection of the dead.
Yamanobe Tomo is one of the aforementioned schoolgirls, and the daughter of the missing former headmaster of the Orthodox school in which the story is set. Her father's disappearance has made her a huge target for bullies, especially the daughter of the new headmaster. Appropriately enough for a series with heavy religious themes, though, she's a total Jesus--a gentle, forgiving girl who turns the other cheek to her tormentors, taking their abuse with a smile and urging her best friend and valiant protector Mafuyu not to respond to it with violence. She's also got a bit of a goofy, almost childlike side--clumsy, unable to drag her sleepy ass out of bed most days, and just generally derpy, for lack of a better word.
Sample Post:
Waaah, I'm getting up, Mafuyu-chan, I'm getting--ah...you're not Mafuyu-chan...and your face is falling off...I must still be dreaming. Good night, Mr. Indiana Jones Nazizzzzzz...a-ah! Mafuyu, you don't have to shake me that hard--oh. It's Mr. Indiana Jones Nazi again, huh...this is a really persistent dream! But didn't that scene happen in a base? Not in a swamp, like this. Well, I guess anything can happen in a dream, right? So what's wrong, Mr. Indiana Jones Nazi? Oh, you want me to come with you? I'm still kinda drowsy, but okay. I love sleeping in dreams, though. It's like double sleep!
Oh wow, so you're not the only Indiana Jones Nazi here! Aah, that's good, I'm glad you have friends...it seems like it'd be kinda lonely being the only one. And you're saying I should hang out with you guys? Wow, thanks so much! You guys must've seen the error of your ways after that movie, I'm happy for you all. So what should we do together? Eat? What would you like to--um. Brains...? D-Do those taste good, I'm not sure you can really...um...why are you all looking at me funny? And how can I tell you're looking at me funny when you don't really have faces? O-Oh, you thought I was a--this is all a big misunderstanding! I'm not a zombie. I mean, sometimes Mafuyu-chan calls me one when I fall asleep in the middle of walking to school in the mornings, but just as a joke! ...Y-Yes, I'm sure! And what do you mean, "you could've sworn my skull was empty too?" That's, um, that could be taken as a little rude by some people, you know.
Aw...please don't look so sad! I'm not angry, really. Besides, um, I wouldn't want you all to literally cry your eyes out. You all just wanted a new friend, right? There's nothing wrong with that! I'd still love to spend some time with you all. Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself! My name's Yamanobe Tomo, it's nice to meet you! I'm, uh, sorry I'm not really up for brain-eating and all, but I'm sure there's something we can do together. --Oooh, there's a lake here? That sounds fun! And your friend Marcy lives there? I'm "the kind she likes?" Even better! I can't wait to meet her, too, she sounds really friendly. Let's go! ♥
Poll Vote!
Character: Tatsumi Oga
Series: Beelzebub
Character Age: 16
Canon: It's high time humanity met its ultimate end; so says the devil. That's right, we're talking end of days, apocalypse, do not pass go/do not collect $200 stuff here. Only problem is, the devil's a bit busy nowadays, so he sends his infant son, Beelzebub, to be raised by a human and do the job instead! "Pure evil and cruel, arrogant, thinking nothing of fellow man, that kind of shitty bastard is the best". Who better to destroy humanity than man himself, right? With the help of the demon woman, Hilda, they'll raise a fine terrifying son of the devil, and the world's days are numbered...
Enter our protagonist, Oga: the strongest juvenile delinquent, a.k.a. child-carrying Oga, a.k.a. "that kind of shitty bastard". That's right, the "hero" of our story is none other than the human chosen as the devil-son's parent! And Oga definitely fits the bill. He's crass, rude, and violent. He loves a good fight and takes great pleasure in making others kneel and beg for mercy before him. He'll toss a man out a window to his (possible) death and not even blink. He's arrogant, lacking social skills, and will almost always put himself before anyone else. Lucky for him, he can also handle many strange, dangerous situations without even a change in expression.
But, it's not all bad. Oga himself doesn't want humanity to end, and desperately wants someone else to be the 'chosen parent'. He's surprisingly loyal to Hilda and his friend (singular) and will fight to protect them. He follows his own moral code, though it might be a bit twisted, and actually makes a pretty decent parent for "Baby Be'el" when he's not punting the little demon across the room. He protects him, looks after him, and occasionally imparts life lessons on 'being a man' to him. Of course, you shouldn't get your hopes up. We're talking about a guy whose genius plan to prevent the end of the world involves staying at home for a week playing Dragon Quest. The world is totally, completely, 100% doomed.
Note: Baby Beelzebub/Be'el is always, always with Oga. When the baby cries, everything in the area is zapped with intense demon energy.
Sample:
Long, long ago, in a slightly water-damaged but otherwise respectable house, there was a kind, studious, popular, amazingly cool guy that just so happened to have a "foreign wife" and a baby. One day, that incredible guy brought home... a failing math grade.
"This grade is terrible," said his parents. "We're sending you to Camp for Fun, you Divide!"
"That sounds wonderful," said the sweet young man, "But I wouldn't want to take the spot away from other students who need the help more."
But they didn't listen, and sent that poor young man to summer camp anyway. There ends disc one.
So listen up, Baby Be'el. There comes a time in every man's life when he's gotta face down an unpleasant situation. For some, it'll be getting his girlfriend knocked up. Other guys'll lose hours of game save data just when they finally reached level 99. For us... for us... it'll be getting sent to summer camp.
That's where disc two starts, Baby Be'el. Disc two starts with the unpleasant camp scenerio. Rule number one: no crying, you hear? First to cry gets to be dunked in the toilet, first to win a fight gets to be the toilet-dunker. To be a real man, you have to be able to handle and adapt to shitty places. Even if the rest of these campers are complete dickheads, you gotta tolerate 'em and not start senseless fights. Even if the lake's a radioactive crap bowl that's probably giving the girls here some tit-rotting disease, you gotta make do. And even if the food's probably just whatever roadkill they scraped offa the highways around here, you gotta... eehh, wait. Hang on. Not you.Shit, there's no more milk, soon the crying'll start... I'll seriously die...
Oi! You! Take me to whoever's in charge of supplies. We don't deal with small fry. I got a 'special needs' case here, you gotta-- "braaaaaiiins"? Well, I am pretty clever, it's not a surprise you'd notice, to--oi. Oi. What the hell are you doin', huh?
...Hey, Baby Be'el. You remember, right? Just now, I said, 'you gotta figure out how to get along with others', or something like that. Real men never go back on their word. They make a promise and stick to it. But real men also don't just sit with their thumbs up their asses while some back alley piece of shit tries to chew on their arm. In that case, there's no choice but to pick the 'fight' option. Words are wasted on trash like this.
Kekekeke! You hear that, asshole?! Think you can just do this weird perverted crap to any guy who comes along? Your ass is toast! I'm gonna take you apart, piece by piece! Don't gimme that "Don't trouble yourself, I can do it myself" crap! Think you can get outta this like that? You... you... you. What the fuck, you really can do it yourself.
Huh.
Poll Vote!
Name: Republic of Estonia
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Age: Hundreds of years old... but looks 17
Canon:
Hetalia is a comic about the world, its history, and culture. It depicts everything from the important events that shape our world to the silly side notes that many of us might never learn otherwise. But most of all, it's a comic about people. People who just happen to be anthropomorphic representations of countries from around the world. Each character reflects their country in both looks and personality quirks, making their reactions to real historical events all the more interesting. The countries of Hetalia also have relationships based on actual international relations. Take the Baltic states for example: Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia are closely related through their history and cultures, and so in Hetalia they are brothers.
As the middle brother of the three, Estonia doesn't stand out as well as older and younger brothers. He's more the shy, bookish sort. You might even go so far as to call him a nerd. But just because he's quiet doesn't mean he's boring. He is more than willing to stand up for himself as an independent and financially stable post-Soviet Union state. Some of that is due to the fact that Estonia is good with computers. Good enough, in fact, that he has his own e-military in order to protect his e-ssets. Estonia may seem out of the way geographically, but people from all over Europe travel there for the beaches, booze and taste of the old world.
Note: Carmen Kass is a supermodel born and raised in Estonia.
Sample Post:
It was really nice of you to give me a tour of this place. I would have figured it out eventually, but this is a real time saver. It's especially nice to know about the lake monster before hand. And again I'm really sorry about what happened before, I was just curious about what sort of monster she was. I hope your friend's fur grows back quickly. But really, you don't have to put yourself to any more trouble. I'm sure a nice gorilla like you has more than enough to do without having to look out for me. If you don't mind, I might just find a quiet spot to sit and check my e-mail.
Oh! Thank you for the offer, but I brought my own laptop with me. I hardly go anywhere without it these days. It should work here too; most places don't have firewalls so large my troops can't scale them. Ahaha... ha. Sorry about that. I guess that joke was a 404, you know? Okay, so I may not be the guy who writes Dinosaur Comics, but you could at least smile. Oh hey, look, connected already! All it takes is a little know how, and the right programs. I can show you how to get all this good stuff on your computer too, if you want... And maybe clean it. I really hope that sticky stuff all over the keyboard is banana.
Here, until I get all this sorted out why don't you use my laptop? Just don't go messing around with my settings, right now I have everything the way I want it. There, a brand new browser page all for you. Just type in wherever you want to go.
... I guess I should have been more specific. Type in the URL for where you want to go. Although, I am impressed with how many results come up when you search for "your mom's house". And a little disturbed with how many you get searching for "hot ape on ape action". I t-think I should take over again. If you really need to check you e-mail, you can do it after I'm done checking mine.
Hmm. That's odd. This is way more than I usually get. And all of them are comments about a picture of me on Facebook. I didn't think I put any pictures up recently, what could they possibly be commenting on? ... Oh no. A picture of me with Carmen Kass from the Ollesummer Beer Festival? Who could have taken it? I-I don't even remember doing that! ... F-four hundred and thirteen comments!? This is going to take drastic measures. I may have to deploy all of my best troops.
To the internet!
Poll Vote!
Character: Shibuya Kazuya (aka Naru).
Series: Ghost Hunt.
Character's Age: 17.
Canon: The relationship between the world of the living and the world of the dead is a fickle one. This is what Taniyama Mai discovers when a dark, mysterious, and horribly narcissistic psychic researcher Shibuya Kazuya crosses her path. After meeting this apparent jerk, Mai witnesses and often plays a leading role in finding the key links in each mystery that is presented to the Shibuya Psychic Research personnel.
Kazuya, however, has more on his plate than the adventures that he and the rest of the group go on, using his role as president of his company to try to locate the body of his dead brother. Another interesting aspect of his life is the nickname given to him by Mai, which is "Naru" short for "Narcissus". He is called this because of his blunt and direct attitude when criticizing his workers (most often, it's Mai) and his almost vain responses when someone compliments him. Even so, there are moments when Naru shows a softer, albeit also stubborn and possibly self-sacrificing, side. The fact still remains that Naru can be down right scary if in a bad mood.
Sample Post:
You did not have to put together this kind of reception, Ms. Sayre. From how I understand it, you want my advice and opinion on the matter of this camp you are running, as well as on the situation with your fiancé. As an expert, I can tell you a few things, starting with the lack of evidence you have at hand.
You've obviously had your own hand in supernatural and paranormal practices involving the nature of the dead, considering the amount of animated corpses about. And yet, you refuse to even tell me of the circumstances behind this place. I am not a psychic, but I am able to tell when someone is deliberately keeping me from continuing my work. Really, the gorilla "escorts" were only the final hint that drove that point home. You do not want me to actually continue my research, nor do you want me to leave. If that's the case, then I can tell you this much of the research already conducted:
I doubt you are the mastermind behind the whole system here at Camp Fuck You Die. Why, you ask? It's simple, really. You only need to run a quick search of the different comments and actions taken by your campers, counselors, and wildlife. Memes, Ms. Sayre. They can be a very leading clues. You don't really seem the type to be involved with the popular culture of the day. In fact, I'd even say you're old fashioned. Then again, I suppose you should have some credit given to you. You at least have some knowledge of the horror genre classics. A lot of what this place has to offer wasn't created by anyone who could keep up with the modern times, but you can't really help your age.
I see. If I must explain it in more detail as if Mai were here: I am not intimidated by either you or this place. The zombies could simply be an element of taoism which makes use of corpses in a similar fashion. If that's so, it's only a matter of time before I uncover the way you manipulate them. As for the other wildlife, while I'm not a monster hunter, a person only really needs to learn how to adapt and persevere. I assure you, Ms. Sayre, I don't intend to be here much longer than necessary. I have other clients and other business to attend to. You, of course, wouldn't understand the burden of a business like mine. You only have to watch while others do the work for you, researching your camp and the mystery of your fiancé's death. In some ways, I can envy the competence of the people you've ensnared in this prison. They at least have some sense, even if you don't exhibit much yourself--
Not even going to make an excuse for your departure? And your gorillas will continue escorting me until I find a place to stay, is that right? Not to worry, Ms. Sayre. I also know the trouble psychic researchers can be when they've dabbled too much. I'll be sure send you the bill after my time here. I'm paid by the hour.
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